Horror Fairy Tales

Auf der arktischen Inselgruppe Svalbard machen Minenarbeiter eine unheilvolle Entdeckung. In einer Höhle stoßen sie auf mysteriöse Felszeichnungen und ein uraltes Schiff. Als einer der Männer es berührt, läuft er wie im Wahn Amok und tötet mehrere Arbeiter. Ein internationales Forscherteam soll nun ergründen, was es mit dem Artefakt auf sich hat. Doch die Zwischenfälle nehmen kein Ende. Die Archäologin Anika Wahlgren wird hinzugezogen, um das Rätsel zu lösen. Bald wird klar, in dem Schiff steckt weit mehr als gedacht.

Conner Ambrose is not what you would think as your typical vampire. No. This man, if you can call a supernatural being a man, has walked the Earth for over 1,000 years. The son of a being from the very beginnings of man's history fought in countless battles to keep his kind protected from the forces of man. Yet all was not to be for this pure-blooded vampire, not with Lilith as the man's mother. After 900 years, Conner thought he had found the one he has sought for all that time, only to be betrayed by the ones he thought he could trust.

Whenever I hear about a hiker seeing a staircase 4 or 10 miles in the woods, I start to wonder what would be the purpose of the staircases in deep wilderness. And I think of everything from stairs being aliens' disembarking ramp from UFOs to stairs being an entry into a dimensional portal. To them being stairs that are present at that exact position but in a parallel dimension becoming visible in our aspect anonymously. Maybe that's why they are there one day but gone the next. I think we're living in some Matrix and these stairs lead out of it.

A sinister evil has arrived in Burrows, Wisconsin. With it comes ominous omens, haunting apparitions, and twisted, bloody bodies. It creeps. It stalks. It’s searching...but for what? The Whool has been adapted into an audio production by the Weird Darkness podcast and is also featured on Creepypasta.com. IWriteBooksPub.com also ranked it their number three book of 2020.

Between November 1966 and December 1967, the small Appalachian town of Point Pleasant, West Virginia, was stalked and harassed by a terrifying entity dubbed the Mothman. Over a half a century has passed since the tragedy in Point Pleasant when Billy Slater and his mom move to the small town, blissfully unaware of the horrific things that have cast a dark cloud over the town to this very day. But then, in one sudden gust of unimaginable horror, the close-knit community of Point Pleasant is thrust back into the same madness, chaos, and nerve-shredding fear they suffered years earlier.

Patrick Smite is now following in his father's footsteps as the sheriff of Donn, Texas. His sister, Laura, is worried he won't be able to do all the job requires. For while he believes he can keep the town safe, she knows the awful truth: they must honor the family’s obligation to the Pale Man, no matter the cost. Danielle Kipler is on the run. The Pale Man in her dreams promised her sanctuary. The only thing required is her undying allegiance. But is she prepared to make the necessary sacrifices to become a citizen of Donn, TX?

A Roman soldier steals the Cup of Life from a small church in Britannia, seeking to carry the Cup to Rome as a prize. Instead, he finds himself tempted by the legend that those who drink from the cup will have eternal life. What the legends don't talk about is the price of that eternal life.

The footsteps grew louder with each step, and it wasn’t until it was close and clear, did he hear the accompanying sound. Whatever it was, it was dragging something metallic with it. The boy began shaking in his hiding spot, afraid to even look behind him. He shook in his spot when he finally heard no sound.

Missing people. Stories of monsters lurking in the shadows. When Mason hikes into the woods searching for clues as to what happened to his father, he gets so much more than he bargained for. The real world is about to be uncovered.

When you live in Hell, you're bound to get burned...I just never expected this kind of torment. And the one man who I thought I could trust in all of this is my worst abuser. Torben rejected me the moment we stepped foot into this ashen hellhole. He does their bidding by throwing me into deadly trials that are bound to break me. Sometimes he protects me from the brunt of it…and sometimes I think he wants me dead as much as they do. But I won't give them the satisfaction. Because I didn't come to Hell to die. I came to survive.

A young lawyer travels to Transylvania, where he begins to doubt his own sanity and unwittingly helps to unleash an ancient evil across the sea and onto the teeming streets of London. A beloved and beautiful woman suffers from a puzzling illness, her blood mysteriously drained with each passing day. And a group of improbable heroes gathers to hunt a vampire. Can they destroy the creature before it’s too late for us all?

Enjoy this short story by Mace Styx. George heaved a great sigh, dragging a hand over his face. “Rebecca...do you recall when your mother was pregnant with Orin?” he asked. “I don’t suppose you do”. Rebecca frowned in thought, then shook her head. “Not very well”, she said. “I would have only been around eight years old at the time. But I remembered she was bedridden during the last couple of months, wasn’t she”? “She nearly died”. George replied, and Amelia visibly flinched".

For Eli Larkin, the war is over. There is nothing left but to return home to his wife and children. As he draws nearer, he is pulled to the cornfield to discover a horrifying truth. The carnage he witnessed in the war is nothing compared to the savage road of slaughter he soon will traverse; for Donn, TX needs its caretaker, and it requires it to be born in butchery.

The mist has fallen over Killimor, a rural village in Galway, Ireland. Wailing noises are heard in the depth of it, traveling around the town and instilling fear in all who hear it. No one knows what the cause of it is or what it could mean. No one, that is, except old Malachy O’Neill. He feels that the banshee, who took his wife away many years ago, has returned and is coming for his family once more. The trouble is no one will believe him. Can anyone do anything to stop the impending doom, and silence the keening once and for all?

Amalia had always heard the music of the night in her dreams, but it wasn't until one day, when she was traveling back from town, did she find out what the true source of it was: a strigoi. The last thing she remembers is being bit, then finding herself back at her camp. Everything seemed strange from then on, but why was that? Was it all a dream? Or did she really come in contact with one of the most feared creatures of her people? 

Being Hades’s prisoner isn’t all it’s cracked up to be...It’s been longer than I can remember since I’ve seen sunlight, since I’ve felt a breeze...since I’ve been free. Imprisoned deep in the Underworld by an arrogant god, I’ve counted the minutes until my escape. But when I finally had the chance, I couldn’t go. Not without the man I’ve fallen in love with, my gargoyle guard. Who just happens to be technically dead. Now, we have another chance to escape, but the risks are vast. What’s more, I’ll need to learn to trust more men.

This audiobook is a collection of three different parts written from 2017 to 2020. Chandler meets a unicorn, but who is this mysterious horse, and why does it ask so many questions? Can Chandler handle the truth, or perhaps more importantly, can you?

The Gobi Desert is a treasure trove of dinosaur fossils, giving up some of the most famous and complete skeletons found in the world. Sherene Carter and her team are hoping to uncover the next big skeleton in the dunes and rocks. What they find is a legendary creature that's much less dead than the bones they're looking for. An even better prize to announce to the world, if they can survive it...

Red Riding Hood, retold by the (fictional) AI Millenniarellabot after being fed fairy tales and texts on euthanasia.

"The light from the fire against the tent cast some strange shadows, but nothing out of the ordinary, as Tony whispered that it was probably Bumi going to pee in the foliage. Leaning slowly to one side I raised the flap of the tent and stared out. Panic gripped me when I suddenly realized that the tent opposite, Bumi’s tent, was empty. Not only that, but his backpack was missing. Why would he take his stuff if he’s just going to pee? I asked myself and then Tony, out loud. In response he told me not to panic. Surely wherever Bumi had gone he would be back by morning".